Andrea Williams is Born

I wore the black jacket that completed my outfit perfectly. It gave off the hot, confident vibe I wanted.

"Good morning Ma'am. How was your night? Your breakfast is ready" Butler Beck bowed.

I smiled as I climbed the staircase, my mind drifting with my next plan. Even though this lifestyle isn't mine to begin with, I'm ready to make use of it and get back to everyone that hurt me.

"Thanks Beck. I will take tea instead, I don't have any appetite this morning" 

The moment I finished speaking, a familiar voice followed.

“What do you mean by that?”

Turning around, I wasn’t surprised to see the two people who would go to any length for their daughter. Looking into their eyes, I saw fear and pain, the same pain of parents who thought they had lost their only child. They truly believed I was their daughter, and for that, I had to do everything possible to make them happy.

Five years ago, when I fell from the rooftop, I thought it was the end of my life. But I was saved. That same night, the real daughter of the William family had an accident she couldn’t survive.

That night, Mrs. William performed a surgery, a face exchange. She replaced her daughter’s face with mine, saving my life in the process.

Now, I was living a life that never belonged to me.

But I didn’t choose this life for pleasure. I chose it for revenge on everyone who broke me.

"Oh Mom, how are you doing?" I smile, running into her arms.

Just then, Mr Williams cleared his throat. "Oh! What a lonely life for an old man like me? No one is even hugging me" he muttered, hinting jealousy in his words.

I chuckled and ran into his arms as well. "C'mon dad, you are always my number one "

Everyone burst into laughter. We sat together and had breakfast together. After that, the maids left us to have a conversation.

She smiled and sat beside me, holding my hands gently. I've never felt that motherly love before, she has been a great mother ever since I've started calling her mom. 

But as her touch lingered, my thoughts drifted back to the woman who had taken my husband away years ago. Could it be… that she wasn’t my mother after all?

“Susan? Can you hear me?” Mrs. Williams tapped my arm, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Yes, I’m fine,” I said quickly, forcing a smile.

“You’ll be resuming at the company tomorrow as Andrea Williams,” she said, her tone soft but firm. “Everyone has been told you lost your memory. That way, no one will question any changes in your behavior. They’ll simply believe you’ve changed because of the memory loss.”

Ever since I woke up from that long coma with a different face, I decided to leave Susan behind. She was dead long ago.

Now, I was Andrea Williams.

“I understand, Mom!” I exclaimed, hugging her tightly. Tears streamed down her face, and I gently patted her back. I was ready to embrace this new identity completely.

....

The sharp click of my heels echoed across the marble floor as I walked into the company. From today onward, I was the youngest billionaire heiress in the city.

“Miss Andrea is here!”

The staff bowed as I walked in, fifty bodyguards trailing behind me. I had never imagined this kind of life. The best I ever dreamt of was living quietly in Mike’s mansion.

Funny, isn’t it? I was so foolish to think that was enough.

“Good morning, Miss Andrea. It’s nice to have you back,” a young woman around my age greeted politely. I assumed she was my secretary.

To everyone here, Andrea had returned from a coma. But to me, Andrea had given me her body and a new life.

“Good morning. What’s your name?” I asked, keeping my tone light as we approached the elevator.

“I’m Isabella, but you always call me Isabel,” she replied.

I smiled faintly. “Alright then, Isabel.”

When we reached my office, I couldn’t help but gasp. This was nothing compared to Mike’s mansion, it was massive, elegant, and breathtaking.

“Wow,” I whispered, turning around slowly. “I love this.”

“It’s all yours, ma’am. Let me know if you need anything else,” Isabel said politely.

“I will. Actually, could you get me some chicken wraps and yogurt?” I asked, feeling a spark of excitement. It had been years since I last had my favorite food.

But Isabel hesitated. I noticed the flicker of discomfort on her face.

“What’s wrong? Why are you just standing there?” I demanded lightly.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” she bowed, her head slightly lowered. “But you’re allergic to yogurt.”

My face fell instantly. Allergic? Of all things… Why did Andrea have to be allergic to my favorite food?

“I’ll bring you a Coke instead,” she added quickly before exiting.

I sighed loudly. She didn’t even wait for my opinion.

A few minutes later, I'm sitting comfortably in a large leather chair and now going through some documents on the table. One of the documents heading rings a bell, but I didn't pay much attention to it.

Isabel entered, holding something I wasn't expecting. A stack of documents.

"What? Why are you bringing this and not what I ordered for?" I demanded in horror. I planned to manage the coke if I can get the chance to eat the chicken and now she is bringing something different entirely.

"I'm sorry ma'am but you have warned me not to bring you food until you finish the day's activities. I bought the necessary documents that you will be needing for today's work" 

At this point, I almost lost my breath. This is way more than I imagined.

What kind of lifestyle is Andrea living?

Is she a workaholic?

Questioning myself like this, I become curious. What could be the cause of her death?

The door opened, and one of the guards walked in.

"Here ma'am, you are invited to the Empire dinner" 

He handed over the invitation card to me. Just then, I recovered something important....

The name Empire was given to Mike's company by his father. So Andrea is invited to his company's dinner?

“Return the invitation,” Isabel said immediately. “Miss Andrea hates gatherings.”

However, I stood up this time. If Andrea hates gathering, I love such gatherings and I'm the new Andrea.

"Stop making rules, Isabel. I lose my memories and I don't remember making such decisions so that prioritised my past before me" I uttered before turning to the guard 

"Prepare Lamborghini, Royce Rolls, and Mercedes. I will be attending the dinner"

Then I looked back at Isabel. “Find out what gown his wife will be wearing tonight… and prepare me the exact same one. I’ll wear it too.”

A smirk curved my lips as a familiar fire ignited in my chest.

Let the revenge begin.